Sunday, October 31, 2010

My Favorite Holiday, My Favorite Season


There are not enough words - not enough terms of endearments I could lend to my favorite time of the year. I LOVE fall. And I LOVE Halloween.

The pictures speak for themselves.

























Thursday, October 28, 2010

November 2nd

Remember to vote. PLEASE remember to vote.

Unless of course, you're voting for the other guy.

Monday, October 25, 2010

My Kids and Brain Damage

Many decades ago, Bill Cosby did that brilliant sketch on children and brain damage. If you don't know what I'm talking about, watch the following clip and enjoy 4 minutes of amazing comic observation.



I think there was hidden wisdom in his antics.

Here is an almost daily conversation in our household -

Child (pick one) - "Mom - I want to A) play toys, B) go ride my bike, C) play outside.

Mom - "Absolutely. You just need to A) make your bed, B) get dressed, C) clean up first.

Child - "But MOM!! I really want to A) play toys, B) go ride my bike C) play outside."

Mom - "Um...let me think about that again... Still no. You see before you get to do (insert want), you must (insert job). Got it?"

I love how the second request is so passionate and intense. As if the heartfelt expression of sincere want will rule out any past (or future) conditions upon which the previous request is predicated upon.

And I'd like to say the conversation stops here - and they get it.

But they don't.

Brain damage and children...Mr. Cosby was definitely on to something.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Hunting




Why do we do this every year? Why do we drive hundreds of miles into mud, rain, white-out conditions, wilderness for the slim chance of finding a deer with horns? Do we even have the freezer space if the off chance we succeed? Good grief - no.

Why do I endure the piles of muddy laundry and dirty cars when we arrive home? The freezing toes, the cold hands, and runny noses. The littered mud room full of boots, coats and bags that need to be sorted and put away. And just to ice the cake further - this year we have "make up" homework to do since the kids missed Friday. Lovely.

And then I remember. We do this because of candy bars. Candy bars and warm soda and sitting on a cold rock for hours talking together and laughing.

It doesn't take much to figure out why we never bring home a deer.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

Thomas More


Thomas More is one of my favorite people in history. In fact, he's on my "list" of people I look forward to meeting on the other side when I get there. If only all of us today could be as faithful to our principles and values as More was to his.

My favorite depiction of Thomas More is through Jeremy Northam in The Tudors. More's actions and final demise prompted a week-long debate in our household over whether we could each take the oath or not. (Greg and I differ on this part).



And finally...because I love Northam's performance so much, I have to throw this one up here as well. There is no documented evidence that this conversation between Cromwell and More ever took place (unlike More's well-founded speech before his death). And I doubt Cromwell was this genuine with More, since the two greatly disliked each other. However, the dialogue is pure More.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Canning Skills 101


Want to be a successful canning-person extraordinaire? Follow the McKinnon-Nelson step-by-step program and you'll be on your way to enjoying Brigham City fruit all year round. (Patent pending...)

#1 - Beware - your kitchen is going to get VERY sticky. Try to get a friend or neighbor to let you do this at their house. And use their pots.


#2 - Meet said friend. Make sure she's not afraid to get her hands (or her kitchen) dirty. Take a break every 10 minutes or so while she keeps working.


#3 - Have a back-up plan if your fruit goes mushy before you can process it.


#4 - Those bowls of fruit and sauce are kid magnets. Don't be afraid to let them sample the reject pieces of fruit with the mold and the worms. They won't be bothering you again.



#5 - Prepare to take a nap afterwards while your wonderful husband makes dinner and puts the kids to bed.